Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.